"Tell me something I don't know." I pushed him away as I stood up
and walked to the kitchen.

"I need you to stop disrespecting me. I'm not going to let the
shit slide every time."

"Oh my god. It's a goddamn shame that we've been married for
what? Three months? And already you make me resent it."

"Jenna, I ask you not to cheat on me. That's what I ask and I
just want a baby. Other than that, I never ask you for anything."

"For one, you're my everything. There is no one else for me. That
being said, I have no goddamn reason to cheat on you. And for
two, I'm fucking twenty. I don't want to have kids right away.
Why won't you understand that?"

Tristan stayed quiet for a second.

"Don't call anybody behind my back again." He said still glaring
at me.

"It was not….."

"You heard what I said, Jenna."

After a few minutes, I nodded.

He walked out of the kitchen and I just stood there. I need my
dad. That's fucking it. I need my dad.

I walked up the stairs and into the bedroom and grabbed my phone.

I dialed my mom's number.

I felt somebody behind me and I stopped and turned around.

Tristan was right there glaring at me. "Who are you calling?" He
asked.

"My dad." I said. He took the phone from my hands.

"Why?"

"I'm sick of you."

"So….you're going to call our dad so he can what? Get rid of me?"

"No. I just…"

He threw my phone across the room and looked at me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Why were you going to call your dad, Jenna?" He asked sternly.

"You need to talk to someone so you can calm down since I can't
seem to help you."

"I don't need help."

"Yes you do. Just tell me what's wrong. What happened today?"

"Nothing."

"You can't shut me out. We're not going to work if you shut me
out."

Tristan sighed and sat on the bed. "You're going to quit."

I looked at him confused. What? "Quit what?" I asked.

"The diner, Jenna. You're going to quit the diner. It's
unnecessary for you to work there. Plus I think we should move."

"What? What the hell are you talking about? Where is this coming
from?"

"I'm getting moved to another firm. We need to move to be
closer."

"I can't just leave Lindsey…"

"Fuck that blonde slut. I've already been looking for new houses
and I think I know one that we could live in."

"Why didn't tell me about any of this?"

"Because I didn't. I have some people still working on your book.
Editing and shit like that."

Tristan grabbed me and push against the wall. "Yes we are. I
don't know who the fuck you think you're talking to but I'm not
fucking around with you. I don't want to hurt you because I love
you. But don't fucking tempt me."